Thanks for the health ~ma. I'll be all right. In a day or two it'll go away.

So I have to share an amusing to me experience from earlier this week. The house that I have been renting for the last 3-1/2 years while renovating my house for sale has been in foreclosure proceedings for some time. We have been hoping that the sale of my house would come prior to the forced sale of this house so that we might make a short sale offer, etc. Blah, blah, housing drama.

Well the foreclosure happened and the auction date is set for January. That is time enough that we may be able to work things out. At any rate someone would need to give us 90 days notice and pay moving expenses to get us out. Not remotely concerned about being homeless. If the timing works we'll try for this house, if not there are plenty of good options.

So to get to the amusing part! My landlord has been trying to figure out some way to get more money out of the house although the mortgage holder is in charge now. But he had his realtor call me and go through this whole song and dance about how they were going to put the house up for sale and expected to get BigBucks for it. We basically replied, good luck with that plan. Then a week later he says the realtor wants to show the house and schedules an appointment.

We had a tropical storm thing that flooded the streets so I didn't drive to work and landlord picked me up to drive me home for the showing. The realtor was already here and we passed the person coming to look because he was crawling down the street looking at numbers and we had to stand out front and wave to him and stuff. I chill on the couch dealing with email and such while they show the house. Landlord pointing out all the cool features, realtor and dude all praising the workmanship, etc. Landlord, realtor, and dude taking the tour are all British. Dude just LOVES the house. They chit chat in the next room where I can hear, asking where they are from and such, more praise of the gorgeous house. We all leave.

I tell Bobby and DH that evening that I 98% believe this was performance art and that they were just putting on a show to get me to hurry up and make an offer on the house for BigBucks. I have consumed wine with landlord often enough to know he is not above the con. The "where are you from" thing and the out loud gushing of the potential buyer just didn't ring right with me. The buyer getting lost coming here seemed a good touch. All British, what are the chances?

I WAS RIGHT! My next door neighbor saw the show when they were outside and told me today that both the realtor and the buyer dude were frequent party guests and friends of the landlord. We had a good laugh about it. I won't be letting landlord know that I am in the know. He funny. Me smarter.

X-post with ND. I hear you! Exhaustion for good stuff is better than exhaustion for bad stuff, but still there is the whole exhausted part.

Can you promise yourself some specific reward when you get some time? I mean more than a nice nap?

Steph I'm so happy you and Tim are married!

I'm sorry the B&B screwed you guys over and I think you should write a letter (and to all the other places mentioned) when you are up to it.

The way she treated you makes me wonder what she told the Reenactors about the wedding and if she said anything negative about you to them. Did she tell them there was a wedding, did she tell them they were top priortiy. If any of the organizers asked about the wedding did the B&B owner make it sound like your wedding was interloping on their event.

ND, your Halloween season sounds like my hurricane season, re: massive workload.

Heh, Laura, that's hilarious.

NoiseDesign- good luck getting through to the other side. grind~ma.

Dear Fellow Democrat: Please don't mansplain to me about the ADA and how it works. It's not so much that people try to keep me out things, but they do not think about me when they decide how wide the aisles are, or how much room in between tables, etc.(all stuff there are not, to my admittedly imperfect knowledge, legal regulations about) but they still create actual barriers, in real life. Who wouldn't want a five-year lawsuit with her Cuba Libre anyway?(Not that I'm litigious, even if that crap didn't take forever. Which it totally does.) The fact that you could write "Well, there's the ADA, so that's no problem." makes you smug and annoying. and I'm sorry I defended you when other people said you are a hopeless dork.

Complaining about being tired when you're exhausted is totally understandable, ND! I hope you can get enough sleep in there.

He funny. Me smarter.

You sure are, Laura. What a dick.

erika, sorry you have to deal with the smug annoying mansplainers, and even more sorry the ADA doesn't really give you everything you need.

Yeah, me too.(it does make a *difference*, but it's not like "We have A Law now...we kicked that nasty Ableism problem right in the butt.") Fans in sports bars are still gonna cheer and give me a view of their unappealing asses. Surely a political person should not be surprised that there is a gap between what the law says and what happens in real life.(and not, like, on purpose. I'm not a typical customer, and people don't know what to consider till I'm there.) And there isn't a law that says my chair shouldn't have to be in the aisle to get jostled.Argh.

And there isn't a law that says my chair shouldn't have to be in the aisle to get jostled.

Common sense law? Oh yeah, the people who understand the facts don't actually make the rules.